Every word you said
Fits on a thin sheet of
Rolling paper
Tightly packed sentiments
Sit between two fingers
And go up in a lonely spark
11 minutes further from you
11 minutes closer to death
Which is worse?
As I see your face in smoke
And blow away in cold wind
I will take the fate of the ember
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PoetryThe author reflects on the similarity of a burning cigarette to the fleeting nature of love.
